Well Michael and I were good friends back in the day. We lived about 4 miles from an Indian reservation and we walked down there everyday. But one day Michael decided to mess with chief of the apaches and threw a handful of
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Well Michael and I were good friends back in the day. We lived about 4 miles from an Indian reservation and we walked down there everyday. But one day Michael decided to mess with chief of the apaches and threw a handful of stones at him. So chief Alowat Sakima spun around and pierced Michael's thigh with an arrow. We bolted off, and I dragged Michael's half-dead body behind the nearest rock. I pulled out the arrow and held it up to the sun and noticed the crimson color. The story of CA as told by Travis McPhail (RIP)